Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.